Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. >>
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or >>
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal... >>
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. >>
Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. Its their way of falli >>
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but >>
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.